Gemotions

I thought I would be fine. I had prepared myself, told myself it was just a job, that he was just a person, now. But as I sat here, across from him, I realized I was wrong. The room itself seemed to shrink, the walls closing in. He looked at me with those knowing eyes, and I felt exposed.

The knot in my stomach tightened. He was a professional now, I thought, and he would maintain confidentiality. But the years of being pushed around, of feeling small, resurfaced, and I wanted to flee the moment. "Well?" he asked gently, the question a whip cracking.